It’s been a long time since I was in a kayak and it showed as we fell out almost immediately. However, we managed the paddle around to the yacht club without further mishap, despite the water chop and power boat wakes. Fun ahead.
Curiosity, settling into some form of understanding. Appreciation of incredible amount of work taken to generate the volume, and complexity of the art on show. Frustration. All too traditional. Where was the ‘pokemon’ and computer game world in which this generation exit?
The Boat Shed finally awaking after being damaged in the fire last year. First visit to the Lofts Boutique Hotel, a light space opening through to the water. A relaxing space, eclectically furnished, with the anticipated vibrancy of Ile de Pain nearing readiness. Already we have been able to sample the new kitchens products as the staff bring around baskets of weight gaining scruptiousness.
On the easel, a portrait of a homeless women. Uncomfortable at having her picture taken, doing her best to disappear into the background. I based the portrait on Bertha Morisot’s work that she did on brown paper. Naples yellow, and raw sienna, with a touch of burnt umber, as an underpainting to create the paper background, allowing the Naples yellow to dry before applying the raw sienna.
Waters of the estuary busy with the arrival of the summer yachts. The launch of a new Knysna 500 catamaran bringing the Harbour to a standstill.
Sheets streaked with blood. Somehow I managed to create a hole in my elbow during the night. Dangerous person am I.
Luxembourg 2016 Art Prize, Selection Committee’s response
“A remarkable artistic approach with great sensitivity. We sense a very strong creative instinct in you and an empirically-oriented approach. Try to intellectualise further what you feel.”